Pathetic

Given the time to suppress;
Anemic and afraid
Gravel chosen to be the blood
Shut it in.

Gargled smokescreens,
I’m fine/
You’re not allowed to talk
The basic principle of tolerance
Beckon the chaste

It’s two blocks to my house,
Or
Two days until it’s…
Suppress and summon
Suppress and summon
Pick and pull
Let’s both do it
I hate it all so much,
I can’t stop laughing

Loud

I’m always fervently waiting,
Sweaty palms against forest cheeks
For the moment to arise
And then it does

And then I would rather
Suffocate dog-dazed in perpetuity
Because I thrive
When I am a skyscraper presently in demise

The earth beneath me billows
And I go down in such a devastating spectacle
Fireworks from a cadaveric spasm

Energy

The head turning isn’t enough.

I feel it in my nervous palms, my
Noisy heady cancer
My
My colloquial death paradigm
I am!
I am shut lidless youth burns
How raped are you?
What a life we live!
How noisy do you die?
How loud do your wings beat
Before they are swatted, no name?
Callous neck cracks licking a
Young cheek moist
Decrepit
Noise
Shallow cunt frivolous hard-on gaped
I pulsate
Gestate
I am a fucking tarantula of bulging…
Thoughts
The brain is not to be trusted

I am

Smile

Elevation

I’m off to visit God
Shut the fuck up, we know he’s there
We’re so ready to accept that life
Has no purpose
When, if you stopped to marvel at any
Thing

You’d see

He’s right here
She’s right here
They’re right here
I am here

I want to sacrifice
My own fucking head
And let my open throat moan
Into a chant
While I let go of gravity
Law
Abundance
Feel
Sex
Fulfillment
And become ethereal
Nothing

With God

You’re but a shrill yelp for importance
While everything we’ve all ever wanted
Is

Up

Wet Circles

Humiliate
Circinate
Perplex
I think it’s all so beautiful:
A dismal vulgar display of my own innards
Made monotone for aesthetics
A counterpart to a half broken smile
Set in sand, blinded by raindrops,
Deafened by your own full soundtrack
You made in your head.

Everybody’s sleeping, you cantankerous fuck
What makes you so effortless?
You’re drowning in your own ouroboros,
I love that I hate that I love it.
You’ve said all this before,
Haven’t you?

Stimulation by the same grays that get
Monochromed by existence/
You’re the radiant one,
Aren’t you?

And you’re not going to stop bleeding light
Onto every fractured face you can influence
Because you are that selfish broken wing

Steady gaze.
Blood voluptuous.
Shock valueless.

Theatrics

Hear me this:

I’ve accepted the shooshing of the machine
Negligee grimaces won’t be mine; no more
Beaten
Beaten
The sentences with no punctuations
Occidental primal necessities
Kiss the pavement with a glossy veneer of
Smug satisfaction
The beauty of tremolos
Dissipated into a warble
Echoed is the unsung enemy
Filling my cavernous mind with a needless
Need for need for need for need
Let’s make it loud,
Make it hurt,
Make it agitated,
Reactionary need for need for
Puppets to a strange emperor
And I like to dance and he likes when I dance
Don’t make it obvious
We all strive with our brailled fingertips
Gimme

Evangelica

Midnight smokescreen fills vapid ballrooms.
I met her sitting,
Cradling her chest like a paralyzed pigeon
I offered her a cigarette, produced it
Like a bouquet of fingers praising the night,
Smiles were involuntary.

Cordial quickstep on top of our nervous systems,
She spoke and
Soft insects’ pincers were produced;
Quizzing me on my many evil whims,
Softening my tarpit trap into a swooning mire.
I listened with such viscous intent.

“Yeah, and that, too”,
A bullhorn produced from the protester
Of her breasts,
And I couldn’t help myself but ponder
So many great tragedies that I found myself
Devoted to.

I want to climb into that maternity noose
And rock my lungs from it like a telephone wire,
Expelling lovesongs I didn’t write,
Thoughts I can’t dizzy up,
And a puffed chest of
Drunken testosterone chants.
I will never be my father, I’m too good at being
My own new brand of awful.

She gets up.

My favorite senses engorge upon such remnants
Gluttony shivers like a salted sickle.
Act 3, the man-made, worn, ugly, hedonistic
Karmic
Pig

That I am

Burns and revels. Engulfs, eats, licks.
Pathetic.

She returns.

Is this for you or me?
I take every detail like a entitled fuck-you to
Chivalry, a soirée on feel-good gluttony, a
Challenge to my sense of self-containing beauty,
A hate letter to the monogrammed chimes,
Seditionists,
Leftovers,
The self-made cats,
The fucking dyed appetites, the suicide cravings,
The suckle-shaped martini under my fingers.
Wait, wasn’t this about you?

Oh God
You are me and I am I
You’re what I don’t have the challenge to be
Kiss cult bravery
Intertwined with kaleidoscopic sex organs
How engorged.

Pretty, little, frail, disconnected words.

Great-Full

Thank you

Consistent learning
Blossoming
I’ve been forced to swallow so much
And the evacuation has been roses
Shiny rubbings
Let me give this gift

Thanks, coach

Dialytic and Self-Induced

Curving at the moon’s climax comes a
Wandering need,
Surfacing at the dull-drum’s doldrums and
Winking at it’s own stye;
Staving off with a hot amphetamine kiss
I can’t deny it!
It’s a lifelong pressurized itch
And I cannot stand it!
Supplementing a sterile blanket of condolences.

I bet if I spit into your open throat
You’d think it was an act of atonement

I’m gonna ride the bunny-eyed violence,
The kitty-cat carnality,
Ride this fucking nervous gun into old radicalism
Happiness is a masturbation of barbiturates.

These thirsty wheels are turning fast,
With each spoke digging, depending on the
Momentum of my leg’s muscles
You swear you’re happier now?
The Theremin in your pulsing chamber
Claims it so
I
    Am
                    Thirsty

My Fear Is A Brilliant Beacon

He took it as a sign of weakness.

His loneliness opened up like a carapace
For all to violate
Rape the carcass; what good does it serve
You?
His evil has become your entertainment,
Spectated by sparkling severed heads
Gawking and begging for the next
Evil cock to fill it.

Fucked and bound.

He

He means no harm,
He is the son of man’s regression,
Begging for a sliver of audience
Puckered audience sitting down with
Navels pronounced, belly-opened chasm.

Whose daughter is this?
Whose daughter is this?

Sweetly serenading you with
The profuse sweat of a cooked bible
Hocking enamored breasts with
Another feeble attempt at intellect

He is you.
He is you.

He is the man, the being, the bastard mistake
The fat man who crying, hedonistic
He is the crutch with which you build
This shiny sparkling tapestry on
He is your abused martyr.
Let’s us bow now and…no!
Celebration is for the weak

He took it as a sign of weakness.